Monday, June 10, 2013

Gone Fishing — Again

Whatever expedition was captured in yesterday’s post—camping
or fishing—while I have no way of knowing whether it was a first, I’m certain
it wasn’t the last. There are several sets of pictures in Bill Bean’s
collection showing good times coupled with successful fishing expeditions.

I don’t even have any way to determine whether any of the
men in yesterday’s series of photos found their place in today’s picture.

What I do like about this photograph, however, is the fact
that the developer left his imprint. Even better, the imprint included a date.

While the photograph’s reverse proudly declares, “Krystal
Gloss Guaranteed Forever,” the front bears no identifying marks. I’ll forever
know that this photograph was preserved for me by the Bear Photo Service on
December 19, 1939—but never know just who
it is that I’m observing.

8 comments:

The man on the far left is the only one who looks like he could have been in the previous set. The shape of his mouth is similar to that of the older guy with the shin guards. Same guy 20 years and 20 pounds later?? Possibly.

Was Bill in some kind of hunt club that would have brought together people who were not friends outside the club?

Far Side, you have such a good eye for detail. I had hardly noticed! Now that makes me want to go back to the original scan and blow it up on PhotoShop and see if I can make out those details for myself!

It could be, Iggy--although I suspect that Bill would more likely be fulfilling the role of shutterbug for this expedition.

I'm not putting too much stock in the date the photo was developed. I don't know about you, but I never was that quick on getting my film developed, so I tend to think others might have that same tendency...

These fellows must have also been among Bill Bean's friends, or in his "hunt club." I don't see anyone from the previous pictures. So many choices of hat styles! But they don't really seem like what I know as hunting caps.

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